Month: March 2016

“Why do you have those shells in your garden Aunty?” asked my nephew on the weekend. “Don’t you remember collecting some of them for me a few years ago?” I replied. I know it is probably not allowed, however, over the years, as souvenirs, I have collected a few shells to remember different holidays taken. … Continue reading Memory Box

On Sunday we were blessed with late, warm afternoon sunshine. I had about an hour or so kid-free in which I could work on the front garden. Surveying the scene I noticed that aside from the usual weeds, some small, wild bulb plants had exploded in population, and were now choking the main features of … Continue reading Appreciating the Beauty of Nature

This past week has been more productive in the garden. The weather has behaved and so have my boys! The bullet has been bitten and the spring onions and purple broccoli seeds have been planted. I noticed that Tussock grasses I have, have almost tripled in width since I bought them two years ago. So … Continue reading Divide and Multiply

As I read various gardening -related blogs and websites this past week, guilt is creeping in. So many of you are out there, cracking on with sowing and weeding and all sorts of other jobs. Meanwhile, between awful weather, a teething toddler, school runs and running a household, I have barely made it out into … Continue reading Retail Therapy

Uh oh! What an onslaught of hail- totally unexpected! I am planning on planting seeds straight into the garden in the next few weeks. Now I am a bit nervous. The ‘protective mother’ side of me comes out whenever I see predators eyeing up my young plants. Worse still when the Elements decide to be … Continue reading Random weather

I am writing this on the first of March and therefore the meteorological spring has begun! On Tuesday in preparation for writing the next blog I had planned to go to my favourite public garden in Shenley called The Walled Garden to take some photos. Historically it used to be part of the grounds of … Continue reading To Everything There is a Season